The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1887-11-19
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nave SAID nothing, ana Will say
nothing, IL you wish it," said Rosey
hastily; "but Others may find out how
YOU live here. This is not lit work for
YOU You seem to be IA gentleman.
You ought to be a lawyer, or doctor, or
in bank" she continued timidly, with n
vague enumeration Of the prevailing de-
grees Of local gcntility.
lie dropped her hand. "Ah! does not
mademOisellc comprehend that it is be-
cause | am n gentleman that there is
nothing between il and thisy Look" he
continued almost ticrcely, "What if
told you it is the lawyer, it is the doctor,
it is the banker that brings me, a gentle
c.lan, to this, ELI? All, bahl What do
say This is honest, what do! But the
| lawyer, the banker, the doctor, what are
they?" lie shrugged his shoulders, and
pacing the apartment with furtive
glance Mt the half anxious, half frightened
girl, suddenly stopped, dragged n small
portmanteau from behind the heap Of
bales and opened it. Look, mademoi-
selle," he said, TREMENDOUSLY lifting hand
full Of worn and soiled letters and papers.
"Look-thcse are the tools Of your banker,
your lawyer, your doctor. With this the
banker will make you poor, the lawyer
will prove you thief, the doctor will
swear you are crazy, Ell? What shall you
call the work Of gentleman--this'
dragged the pile of cushions forward-''or
thissn
To the young girls observant eyes some
of the papers appeared to be Of n legal or
official character, and Others like bills OF
ladng, with which she was familiar.
Their half theatrical exhibition reminded
her OF some play she had seen; they might
be the clew to some story, or the mere
worthless hoardings Of diseased fancy.
Whatever they were, de Ferrcres did not
apparently care to explain further; in
deed, the next moment his manner
changed to his old absurd extravaganza.
"But this is stupid for mademoiselle to
hear. What shall we speak OFF All.
what should we speak of in made
moiselle's presence"
"But are not these papers valuable"
asked Rosey, partly to draw her hosts
thoughts back to their former channel.
Perhaps" He paused and regarded
the young girl fixedly. docs mademoi-
selle think sO''
81 don't know" said Rosey. "How
should I?'
"Ah! II mademoiselle thought so-if
mademoiselle would deign"- He stopped
again and placed his hand upon his fore
head. at might be So" he muttered.
II must 60 now" said Rosey hur-
riedly, rising with an awkward sense Of
constraint. "Father will wonder where
lam"
81 shall explain. will accompany you,
mademoiselle.
"No, no." said Rosey, quickly; she
must not know have been herer' She
stopped The honest blush flew to her
cheek, and then returned again, because
she had blushed.
De Ferrieres gazed at her with an ex-
allied look. Then drawing himself to his
full height, he said, with an exaggerated
and indescribable gesture, $50, my child,
go. Tell your father that you have been
alone and unprotected IN the ABODE OF
poverty and suffering, but-that it was in
the presence of Armand de Ferrieres."
He threw open the door with bow
that nearly swept the ground, but did not
again Offer to take her hand. At once
impressed and embarrassed at this crown
ing incongruity, her pretty lip trembled
between a smile and q cry as she said,
Good night" and slipped away into the
darkness
Erect and grotesque de Ferrieres re-
tanned the same attitude until the sound
of her footsteps was lost, when he slowly
began to close the door. But a strong
arm arrested it from without and large
carpeted foot appeared at the bottom of
the narrowing opening The door yielded
and Mr.. Abner Mott entered the room.
ITO b. Continued